electricity

I have a long list of lovers I consider in the hindsight of nostalgia. I think about the tiny moments that are shared between souls when it feels like the rest of the world fades away. I am the star I my personal collection of romantic scenes. Drunken bare feet dancing in spare rooms of … Continue reading electricity →

auspicious winters

The hour between 4 and 5 in January in Michigan is my favorite moment of everyday. If the suns out anyway, because if we're blessed with a clear sky in winter, at 4 o clock gold kisses the naked trees and radiates from buildings in contrast to elongated shadows drifting lazily across the ground. I … Continue reading auspicious winters →

cowledge

I forget my headphones literally every time I have to go to class. The last 3 times I've been on campus, I have bought new headphones just so I can leave them at home again because past Jen, is an inconsiderate ass hole. I have 4 pairs or working headphones and one would assume I'd … Continue reading cowledge →

coffee shops

Coffee shops act as my sanctuary these days because I'm hopelessly addicted to the smell of the coffee shop. I like when coffee burns down my throat like I'm drinking molten lava. It's sort of how whiskey feels when you drink that on summer days by a river with the smell of lake water perfuming … Continue reading coffee shops →

hello 2019

{insert obligatory New Year Eve's post} Let's set the scene before we begin. It's 30 degrees outside and snow has covered the ground. I'm in the living room of my father's house with the leftover vomit of Christmas and even the fake tree, looks tired. On the speakers, I'm spinning my latest obsession, Chet Baker. … Continue reading hello 2019 →

synchronicity

A stillness settles around me in the wake of the heartache that follows the end of a temporary affair. It isn't the end of days, but I don't know if its better when you know everything you did wrong. Then again, I suppose I might be addicted to the thrill of self sabotage or maybe … Continue reading synchronicity →

van gogh

My grandma's house was in the middle of nowhere. She lived on the same plot of land that her parent's had lived on. With my grandpa, they built their own house next door. They were surrounded by corn and her parents. I always loved her house. She had one of those rooms, most grandma's have, … Continue reading van gogh →

goals

It's December 3rd and, given the title, I've somewhat failed at my goal to write consistently for 30 days. However, I am accomplishing the result of wanting to begin the challenge and that is to write more, develop more consistency, try different ways of writing and seeing what happens. It's very hard to write every … Continue reading goals →

depression

My depression is like when my skin feels like a prison. It's boney fingers clasp around my ankles and drag me down so far the only voice I can hear is hers. She's a bitch. She's married to anxiety and together, we enjoy threesomes. and then sometimes its like maybe this is fine. I met … Continue reading depression →

music

I grew up around music. My dad was always wandering around the house singing Ted Nugent songs. Our TV rotated between cartoons, MTV and CMT (the country version of MTV). My mom would blare Queen whenever it came onto the radio of our old, brown, Buick LeSabre. My brother would introduce me to the sounds … Continue reading music →